I like hearing others' stories of hard to explain events, that most would chock down to coincidence, ghosts, or god
Has anyone had any of these experiences?? I'll start with my only time that I don't even consider could be coincidental.

I was in bed getting close to when I needed to sleep due to school. I usually slept with the light on but had been sleeping with the light off and TV on for a few days. I started to hear noises from my bed stand that stopped when I turned out the light. I figured out it came from a mechanical bird I had received from my dead grandmother. That wouldn't have been odd if not for the fact that the batteries had been long since dead, it was button operated, and was sitting on top so the buttons weren't being squished by other things or anything like that.

A friend said it might've been my grandma letting me know she was okay. If so I feel a little bad for being scared from it at the time and I pray she still looks out for me even though I know I could have been a better grand kid.
Much love and bless her soul ♥

After my father died we were going to spread his ashes at the old homestead where we had spread my mother's, but because of some flash floods in the area the road to the old homestead was washed out. Instead we decided to spread his ashes at the ranger station he was assigned to when he first met my mother. It overlooked the old homestead. After spreading his ashes we were camping out and laying there looking at the stars talking about my parents when we saw two shooting stars. They joined together and finished their flash across the sky. It was like the sky was telling us that my parents were back together again.

When I was 17 my mum had budgies that she used to breed and sell. She had an elderly man helping her. He was a really nice man and I got on very well with him. He developed lung cancer, and was eventually hospitalised. I woke up one night and he was sitting at the bottom of my bed. It was 3:15. To this day I remember how sweetly he smiled at me. He said that he loved me, and that I must tell my mum that he loved her too.
In the morning we were having breakfast when the phone rang. I said to my mum that it was the hospital ringing to tell us that John was dead, and it was. They said he died at 3:15.

I woke up one night and he was sitting at the bottom of my bed. It was 3:15. To this day I remember how sweetly he smiled at me. He said that he loved me, and that I must tell my mum that he loved her too.
In the morning we were having breakfast when the phone rang. I said to my mum that it was the hospital ringing to tell us that John was dead, and it was. They said he died at 3:15.

Wow!! What a beautiful story, I have actually heard ones similar to this too, he must've not wanted you guys to stress over him and know that he's alright ♥ Thank you for sharing